Harry sat on his bed, listening to her gently cry in the next compartment of the tent. She had been like this ever since Ron had left. He knew she tried to put a brave face on, pretend that she didn't miss him, but at night, when they were alone and in the dark, she cried for him, for Ron.

He didn't know what to say to say, how to comfort her, how to tell her that everything would be alright, because he didn't know if they would be.

"Hermione?" Carefully, he pushed aside the compartment divide.

She was lying with her back to him, curled up into a ball, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her whole body was shaking as she wept.

"Oh Hermione," He sat next to her, gently rubbing her shoulders, reassuring her that he was there, that he, Harry was at least by her side, just as much as she was by his.

"I miss him Harry. I miss his laugh, his smile. His hair and smell in the morning. I want him back! I want him here, beside me, telling us to look up."

Harry nodded, lying down next to her, wrapping her up in his arms.

"I know how you feel. I miss Ginny. The way she'd gently kiss my cheek in the morning by way of a hello. How she'd keep reminding me to shave. I miss her touch as she'd curl up next to me on the sofa," his voice faltered, his throat tightening. He could picture her, running towards him, her red hair pulled back from her face as she leapt into his arms, kissing him.

Hermione just nodded, she couldn't see his daydreams, but she could see Ron, sat in the Gryffindor Common room, refusing to do work or playing Chess, completely at ease with the world.

"It'll be over soon, and everything will be alright," he told her. She nodded, hoping that he was telling the truth.